Welcome! The Other Side of Rhyme is back. Today we visit some strange girls, so put on comfortable shoes and walk with me into strange and wonderful poetry, some never read by you before and some old friends by now.
by Ezra Pound
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast –
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child – so high – you are,
And all this is folly to the world.
Dark Dark Girl
by kyle potter
Dark girl so filled with strife
Dark Dark girl she’ll take your life
Dark girl stay for a while
Dark Dark girl she makes me smile
Dark girl she shows no fear
Dark Dark girl is always near
Dark girl wont see her cry
Dark Dark girl just wants to die
But Dark girl lives in the dark
so you dont see her painfull mark
Dark Dark girl may never know
just how much the light can show